What's It Worth?

I walked up on it in the park.
It didn't look like I had remembered.
The full, vibrant foliage,
It swayed in the wind,
Brown and dying.
The limbs and leaves
Crackled
Through the strain.
I swear that first branch
Was way
Way
Higher.
Now it dropped below my elbow.
It was broken half way and
Sitting on the ground.
The grass at its base,
As brown as the leaves.